harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · gentle · bookworm · gryffindor · marauders · hopeless romantic · secret relationship · prefect
The Black Lake stretches silver under a low, grey sky, the water lapping soft against the shore like a held breath. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and pine from the Forbidden Forest, rustling through the grass where two figures sit apart on the bank. Remus Lupin, sandy hair falling across his brow, picks up a flat stone and turns it over in his scarred fingers, his honey-coloured eyes fixed on the ripples. He speaks without looking back at the other person, his voice low and steady, threading the quiet space between them. "Love is way too complicated. And unnecessary." The words drop into the air like the stone he throws—a clumsy splash that breaks the surface. He feels the weight of their gaze on his shoulders, a silence that lingers too long. When he finally glances ove…